Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman

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The teenagers reached out and held their hilts.

The older generation took Xiuwei a little, and controlled the saber.

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The sound of Jianming still goes on.

Cao Potian didn't take it seriously, but gradually he couldn't suppress the Sword of Heavenly Sword with his mental strength. He had to stretch his hand on the hilt to make it unable to come out of the sheath, but the Sword of Heaven still struggled within the sword sheath.

Eastern Warfare is to hold the sword handle with both hands, looking extremely hard, barely controlling the fearless sword to your side.

Other teenagers, such as Xue Yan, Song Queyi, Song Qingfeng, Lin Haitang, etc., also tried their best to control the sword, so that the extreme sword would not fly out.

Bai Yiyun is just like a rag doll hanging on a big sword, trying his best to maintain it. One hand is holding the hilt, and the other hand is holding the stone pillar next to it.

Of course, there are also people such as Xiahou Chong, Xiahou Ang, etc. Although they tried their best to maintain it, it was difficult to control the sword at the waist. In the sound of the clang, the long sword flew out and flew towards Lin Beichen.

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Like the fairy flying sword.

Dozens of swords broke into the sky and hung in the air about two meters away from Lin Beichen.

This made Chu Chen, who was already trying to shoot, relieved and stopped.

at this time--

"It's done."

Fan Zuang shouted with joy.

I saw that the word "Germany" was finally dropped, and finally completed the entire process of naming the sword.

He was sweating and flushing, as if he had collapsed from a serious illness, but the ecstasy in his eyes couldn't hide it.

In this case, although the naming is difficult, it is a rare opportunity for the master swordsmith. With the cooperation of the master of the sword, the entire process of fuming the sword spirit is completed, just like the warrior broke the cultivation bottleneck. It means that since then, his sword-making has made a qualitative leap, maybe it won't take long before he can practice the technique of "Footing the Soul of the Sword".

Lin Beichen only felt a sense of interlinked blood, which came from the hilt of the German sword.

This two-handed sword seems to be one with his own body as if it were an extension of his own arm.

This is more comfortable than when he held any sword before.

As if it was a game house in the previous life, in countless fantasies, he finally grasped the feeling of ecstasy.

Every swordsman must have his own sword.

Sure enough.

He waved his sword with ease.

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More than a dozen swords suspended in mid-air suddenly broke together

Shattered.

"scare?"

Lin Beichen noticed something wrong around him.

"You... unexpectedly attacked me while I wasn't paying attention?"

The brain was running fast, Lin Beichen threw the pot directly without hesitation and said, "It's too shameless. However, the ugly words are in front, everyone sees it, my virtue, you can't touch your sword just now, so these I don’t pay for breaking the sword."

Someone Lin is now a hairless iron cock.

Want him to pay?

impossible.

Xia Houchong and others, seeing this scene, were all crying with sad faces, crying without tears.

Although their swords are not treasures, they are also a weapon of choice. They are worth a lot, and they were obtained after a waste of thought. As a result, they were broken and destroyed inexplicably, leaving their hearts bleeding.

"One hundred percent fit, one sword out, one hundred sword destroyed, haha, congratulations, you got a sword that fits."

In the depths of Fan Zu'ang's eyes, a flash of shock flashed over, carefully concealed, and grinned with a smile.

The sword of fit?

"what is that?"

Lin Beichen widened his ignorant eyes.

"Oh, the beauty is that Xiaoyou knows in the future." Fan Zuang didn't explain, smiling with a smile on his face: "There are two other swords, let me continue to name the sword for Xiaoyou."

Why did this guy suddenly become so enthusiastic?

The change in attitude before and after, too obvious?

Suspiciously in his heart, Lin Beichen handed over the silver sword and said, "It's called Dolan."

Fan Zang stunned: "Dolan?"

"Yeah, the previous artifact."

Lin Beichen was genuine.

Upfront?

What stuff?

Fan Zang's face was dumbfounded.

Others around were also stunned.

Dolan sword?

Very strange name.

Who is Dolan?

Name?

Still a place name?

"Well, as you wish." Fan Zu'ang didn't ask much in the end, but fulfilled his duty as a master swordsmith, and engraved the word "Duolan" in the silver sword with the secret skill of "Fu Jianling" Above the sword.

This time, there is no picture of a hundred swords worshipping.

But when Lin Beichen held the Dolan sword, a bright silver striate pattern flashed, and activated the formation within the sword body. When this newly cast sword was awakened, the long sound of Qingyue's sword sound was still Clearly echoed in the city’s main palace, compared to

Former Cao Potian and Bai Yuanyun moved even more.

Everyone changed color.

Cao Potian's face was very dark.

And Fan Zuang exclaimed: "And... is 100% fit?"

Another sword of fit?

He stared at Lin Beichen, wondering in his heart, this young man, wouldn't it be the legendary pure sword species?

Born to fit Wan Jian?

Not too possible.

This probability is too low.

Even in Baiyun City, there may not be such a genius.

Lin Beichen waved the Dolan sword a few times, feeling very good, like the arm instructed, it seemed to be one with the body.

Not bad.

Suddenly a little reluctant to sell it.

He handed the small silver sword, that is, the light silver short sword to Fan Zuang, and said, "This sword is called... er... just called Zheng Yi."

Zheng Yi?

What the hell is this name?

Fan Zang's smiling expression gradually solidified.

Others were stunned when they heard the name.

The petite and petite Lori Bai Yunyun stared dumbfoundedly: "Zheng Yijian?"

Lin Beichen glanced back and said, "What do you say? Say it again."

Bai Yiyun said subconsciously: "Zheng Yijian."

"What?" Lin Beichen asked again.

"Zheng-Yi-Sword -!!!!!!"

Bai Yiyun let out a dragon roar: "Are you clear?"

"Hahaha, listen clearly." Lin Beichen smiled with satisfaction and said, "Yes, it is Zheng Yijian."

What a nostalgic name.

Coming to this world is really all kinds of loneliness and coldness.

It is a happy thing to hear the familiar name of the previous life.

He named the Chinese silver sword'Dolan sword' and the small silver sword'Zheng Yijian', not for spoofing, nor for fun, but wanted to use this way to keep himself always Remind myself that I am an earth person, and I must find ways to return to earth.

Because, on the earth, there are friends and family waiting for themselves.

Mom and Dad must be crazy to find themselves all over the world.

How anxious and desperate are they?

So, be sure to go back.

Lin Beichen said solemnly: "Master Fan, when he is working, he is called Zheng Yijian."